5th February, 2012
Today, I’m confessing my love for him to you
As I hear the reverberations of him;
singing unsung-words with me,
Like thousands of birds sing romantic-melodies,
My emotions embrace in harmonious rhythm,
And I would pour my heart out and unveil my love prism.
To let him hear the amorous song of me;
To let him feel the depth of my heart,
To let him see the pinnacle of my devotion,
To let him perceive the delicacy of my soul,
To let him even measure the firmness of my mind for him!
Ah, I know! It may not be as deep as an ocean
But suffice to immerse him in my love portion.
The devotion may not be as tall as Mount Everest,
But enough would be the heat to let his heart melt.
The delicacy of my soul may not be as soft as roses
But it is Proximus to its scale to entwine our souls.
He’s my life; my love, else I am barren;
Bereft of moisture; devoid of love and compassion.
8th February, 2012
Obligated, I breathe for survival
But, he’s the breath of my life;
My energy; my driving force to strife,
The magic of my love is hidden in the ink of my pen,
Will the words eternally fragrant in his charm?
12th February, 2012
O diary; my other half, don’t be neutral this time and tell,
Should I knock his heart’s bell,
And confess my feelings to him on Valentine’s Day,
To let his breath fragranced with my love bouquet?
Will he meet me the way an ocean meets the horizon
And accept my love, and make my life brighten?
Will he eternally let me rise and fall, and fall and rise,
In the rhythm of his existence?
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